Wednesday, March 18, 2009

New J.O.B.

As most of you know (especially the oldies but goodies), I applied, interviewed, accepted and started a part time job at Godiva Chocolatier last night. Needless to say that I romanticized this idea, to the hilt. I said, "I will be working a couple of nights (6-9pm) a week, mingling with customers, talking about truffles and having some 'adult time'".

WTF was wrong with me? It is a job. However you slice it.

I got there and was greeted by two (mental note *do not give blog address to coworkers*) aprons named "Da Homey" (yep, I'll wait.) and Ginnifer. I was "taught" (I use this word loosely) how to tie ribbons on boxes, food safety rules (you know, gloves on, gloves off), how to sort chocolate, where the garbage was, and where the stock room was.

Where was my mingling with customers, my guffawing with truffle jokes, my discussions about technique and origin, my personal favorites disclosures, where was the hype I had created?

I was asking so. many. questions. (I am VERY INQUISITIVE by nature. This is the primary reason for having become a psychotherapist in the first place...people pay me to ask questions?....where is the sign up sheet?) I got this weird look from them. Like..."why the hell are you asking so many questions lady....it is a JOB". I then made the mistake to ask an apron why she decided to work there. She shrugs her shoulders and said, "they were hiring" and "I like sweets so I applied". Ok, fair enough.

I think they hate me. I made the analogy earlier to some friends about me being that older lady in the front row in your college classes. You know the one. The one that answers all of the questions the teacher asks, does the extra credit, optional readings, etc. I use this analogy not b/c I am old but b/c I have that second wind. I have grown to have work ethic and to care about what I am doing. I have also "chosen" to work. So, yep, they hate me.

Anyhow, I won't bore you about the rest of my night. I did however have quite the smile as I was mopping the floor thinking that the lady who cleans my house just did this today. I wasn't even going to tell my husband about this. I guess it's too late now. I think he reads this jibberish :)

I know this was only the disillusion of my "idea" of how it would go. I do look forward to working again believe it or not. I enjoyed being looked at like a real woman and not just a mother and all of the assumptions that are rolled into that. I do look mighty cute in that apron if I may say so myself. Oh wait, it's my blog, I can :)

I do have to say that it was all made better when I was handed a tray of chocolate dipped strawberries upon my "shift ending" because they were going to throw them away because they were there for 6 hrs. Um. Yes, please.

12 comments:

Jelly said...

You lucky duck!

Mimi said...

I still can't get past the fact that they would let the apron say Da Homey. You should have yours say Da Mommy!

The fringe benefits do looke amazing!

Tia said...

Hey Babs!
Glad you enjoyed your time at your new J.O.B. It sounds interesting, for sure! hehehe You had to mop? hehehe Sorry, but that is kinda funny! Those chocolate covered strawberries look delish! I'm sure everyone at home enjoyed them! Looking forward to reading more!

Aubrey said...

Now THAT makes it all worth it! Yum-O!

I am glad you are looking forward to another evening. Is it possible you could be working with new crew next time?

Jodi said...

Yum! Taking home chocolate covered strawberries is a NICE perk. Hope the crew next time you work is nicer. Or at least more fun to work with!

Alex the Girl said...

strawberries covered in GODiva? Mmmm...so worth Dahomey

christyzee said...

oddly enough I know exactly how you feel. I recently started a job at our YMCA and they feel the same way about me. I'm the one who gets all of the work done then looks for more, while they all love to "hang out" all the time. I've gotten plenty of stink-eyes and comments but oh-well!! I'll tell you the same thing, enjoy what you do, screw them! hehehe...and wow a plus, strawberries!!
enough blabbing, have a great day!

Mrs. Jelly Belly said...

This really made me laugh - and I don't think I could ever tell my husband that I mopped a floor at work. I mean, that would be admitting that I actually know how to do it. :)

Chocolate covered strawberries can make anything bearable.

Domestic Goddess..Diva sometimes said...

Congrats on the new job! I would be scared in working there. lol So would my hips! ;)

Hey, after 2 college degrees, now being a sahm but working in making people's home clean, I SO understand you! I hope you enjoy working there...and careful on the sweets. :D

Firefly said...

I loved this post, you are so funny. And yes, I think they probably hate you, sorry to say. But maybe you'll win them over by covering for them with the manager, or listening to their boy problems? The new girl always gets trouble, no matter how nice. The chocolates look fantastic!!

Kerri said...

I totally understand what you are saying. Age does make us beter workers. Luck to get the strawberries! Don't eat too many!

Lana D said...

you get choc strawberries when your shift ends? what time do you get off? hahaha, seriously, we should parlay this into a MNO, I mean a WNO... I'll pick you up...